Bound For Pleasure at Blackthorne

by Roger Hastings

  Tommy lay on his side in the near-darkness of candle light, fondly stroking the naked thighs of the struggling girl next to him. Her nurses uniform, such as it was, had been stripped off her trembling body. Only the starched white nurse’s cap remained, crowning her swirls of lush, glossy hair. She whimpered through her gag as his busy fingers plundered the black, silky fluff of her pubic hair and dipped into the buttery broth of her skin-lotion lubricated pussy.

  “Pretty Sally, this is the happiest moment of my life,” he whispered. “I’m so glad they let me have you in this private hospital room.”

  Sally tilted her head up to stare at the tight cuffs binding her wrists. Its silver chain stretched her arms to the ringbolts in the iron corner posts of the hospital bed. A still-warm, supple braided leather whip lay curled on the mattress beside her. Tommy gazed at her widely spread legs twisting against the chained cuffs locked to the foot posts of the diabolical structure. The half-dozen fiery-red whip welts decorating her belly glowed softly in the dim light.

  Tommy let his fingers drift over the delicate, silky softness of her naked skin as he talked. “When I first joined the army, I knew nothing about what becoming a man meant, what girls looked like when their clothes were taken away from them, or what sex really was and what I needed to cure that fierce hunger in my belly. I was amazed at what my army buddies told me about sex.

  “You see, My mother had been gone since I was three years old. My father traveled constantly in his business, so he arranged for me to be raised by a spinster aunt. She believed sex was the devil’s invention, and refused to let me play with girls while I was growing up. She kept me away from the older boys, who could have taught me what to do with my cock, and they would have helped find a girl that would go to bed with me.

  “But all that is over, Sally. Thanks to the general, and the doctors here in this hospital, I’m going to enjoy all the sex I want, starting with you.”

  Sally shrieked into her gag and thrashed against her bonds.

  “It’s no use fighting against the chains, Sally. Your naked body belongs to me tonight.”

  “MUF-F-F! G-G-GUH! UNGH!” Sally’s hips lunged, straining to escape when his wicked fingertip kept tickling her clitoris for an eternity.

  “You’re really not very devoted for a nurse,” Tommy said. “Sweet eighteen, and never been fucked. That’s how Doctor Scott described you.” He looked into her frightened brown eyes and grinned. “Doctor Scott told us soldiers that he and the other men worked very hard training you nurses to please us tonight. He said if I tell him you didn’t give me all the pleasure I want, and just the way I want it, you will be punished.” Tommy’s smile widened, “Guess what I’m going to tell him when I complain about you?” He pinched a tuft of her pubic hair and gave it a vicious yank. “He’s going to let me watch.”

  Sally shut her eyes and moaned into her gag.

  Tommy rolled over her, supporting his body on his hands and knees. His pulsing manhood poised inches above her virgin vagina. “Look at my cock, Sally.”

  She shook her head, her eyes still squeezed shut.

  “I said look at it!” Tommy grabbed her raven-black hair and struck her across her face. “Obey, or I’ll call the orderlies and they will take you to Doctor Scott right now.”

  Sally’s eyes opened, glittering with tears. They widened at her first sight of a male sex organ threatening her virginity. The soft sounds of her pleading tried to escape through her gag.

  “This is the end of your virginity,” Tommy whispered. He lowered his body on top of hers, pressing his stiff erection into her resisting pussy. Her muffled scream echoed off the hospital room’s walls as the brutality of Tommy’s powerful cock ripped away her maidenhead.

  “Oh, sweet fuck!” Tommy gasped. “Your pussy is so soft and warm—like laying on my belly on a skateboard with a hole for my cock, and dragging it through a mile of pink velvet on a hot day.” He wrapped his arms under her torso, pressing her tender breasts against his chest.

  Sally only moaned in reply as he began his slow, deliberate pumping, peddling love’s lustcycle up paradise mountain. She strained her arms and legs, tugging, praying for some merciful miracle to release the cruel cuffs holding her prisoner—forcing her defenseless body to allow the invasion of Tommy’s male weapon.

  His breath was hot and rapid in her ear as his fervent thrusts drove deep inside her clasp of Venus. His wordless speech frightened her as the primal male-lust deep in his pre-human brain stem grunted, groaned, and growled in her face.

  Her pussy began twitching, responding to his cock’s stimulation, glowing with pleasure against her will.

  Impossible! How can I feel so wonderful while this male beast is so horribly defiling me?

  But Sally’s pussy knew nothing of society’s self-righteous domination, its subjugating the human race to carnal starvation and denial of our primal needs. Her pussy knew only the joy and delight of the male’s miracle of his cock’s pussy massage.

  No! No! I mustn’t—it’s dirty!

  Tommy’s torso went rigid, bowing his spine backward, his hips shuddering against her groin. Sally’s body disconnected from her mind. Her consciousness was the only spectator sensing the rapid percussion of Tommy’s cum, and the bizarre perception of her pussy spasms while her love-muscle clamped around that male-thing throbbing in wild ejaculation.

  A flood of warm, sticky cum poured out of Tommy’s distended cock-slit, staining and defiling her plundered pussy. The sensation shocked Sally; her delicate vaginal lining feeling Tommy’s throbbing spasms spewing the gouts of slick, sticky cum smearing her womb-mouth. She was astonished at her lack of embarrassment. There was no guilt tormenting her conscience, no voices of her mother and aunts snarling ‘Shame!’ in her anguished face.

  There was gladness, there was joy...no, more...it was an ecstasy feather, tickling inside her pussy. A wonderful gladness, so powerful and severe the ache hurt her belly!

  She realized she was shrieking, her hips surging, thrusting up to writhe against that male groin, seeking, demanding, wringing every drop of cum from that conveyor of joy. She gasped for air, her lungs laboring to drag in enough oxygen to feed her thrashing muscles. Random noises burst from her throat, her chaotic mind grasping for non-existent words to describe the indescribable.

  Tommy’s body rocked and bounced with Sally’s convulsions. He closed his eyes and smiled as he let his body go limp, sprawled out on top of her, enjoying the effortless ride while her spasming pussy violently milked out his spurting cum.

  Sally’s crazed sex-dance burned up the last shred of her energy and she collapsed, her oxygen-starved arms and legs convulsing with painful contractions. Tears trickled down her cheeks, as she hovered in the limbo of simultaneous pain and pleasure. Her cries and sobs poured out as she rolled her head from side to side, bewildered by her metamorphosis into a new reality. Her mind was now only a slave, obedient to her flesh. Her body had discovered the new rules, the real rules of life, and now its sensual gluttony would forever dominate her life.

  “There’s a lad in here that needs some benevolent attention,” Doctor Vance said. He put his hand on Caroline’s back and pushed her into the dimly-lighted room. She hobbled forward, her eyes adjusting to the view.

  A hospital bed was centered against the far wall, with the body of a young man lying on his back. The white plaster casts imprisoning his arms and legs showed plainly in the candle’s glow. His arms and legs were in traction, tugging them out, away from his torso, making it impossible for him to move. He was totally naked except for the casts.

  “Wake up, Kyle,” Doctor Vance said. “Here’s that special surprise I promised you.”

  Kyle’s eyelids fluttered open and he tried to smile. “Thank you, doctor. I’ve been thinking about getting better, just like you said. Gosh! Is this my treat? She’s a woman, and she’s not...gosh! She’s almost naked!”

  “She’s one of the special nurses we hinted about,” Doctor Vance replied. “She’s go
ing to make you feel wonderful, and help you cope with the pain and discomfort of your broken arms and legs.”

  “What’s she going to do?”

  “Everything you tell her to, Kyle. She’s here to service your cock. Since you can’t move, she will do all the work. Just tell her how you want her to pleasure you, and she has to do it.”

  “Has to?”

  “Yes, Kyle. We have special rules in Blackthorne Hospital. The nurses here are for fucking, sucking, and whatever else you dream about doing to a girl.”

  “Gosh, I never had a pretty woman do...do...uh...nice things for me.”

  “Tonight is your dream come true night, Kyle. Just relax, tell her want you want, and enjoy watching and feeling her pamper your cock.” He turned to Caroline, “You have your orders.”

  Caroline bent down between Kyle’s spread legs and kissed his limp cock. “Command me, sir. I will obey.” Her warm lips felt a tremor in the exposed manhood.

  “Wow,” he gasped, “that felt good!”

  Doctor Vance laughed. “I’ll leave you two love-birds alone. I’ll lock the door so your nurse can’t leave. Don’t forget, Kyle, you can ask her to do anything to you, and she will. She has to, or else.” He grinned and shut the door. There was a clunk of the bolt sliding home, locking them in.

  Caroline moved over beside the bed. “Hello, Kyle. Don’t be afraid or nervous.” She turned around to give him a view of her binding harness. “See? My arms are useless, it’s impossible for me to use them. I’m almost as helpless as you are. Men like to make women helpless and force us to service them. Are you getting excited, seeing my naked breasts, and my pussy. Doesn’t it thrill you to see me bound in this harness so I can’t hide my nakedness, or protect myself from being fondled?”

  “Yeah!” Kyle said. His eyes drank in the vision of Caroline’s exposed charms. His tongue licked his lips as he stared at her breasts jiggling as she moved closer and leaned over him.

  “Kiss them, Kyle. Bite my nipples gently. Knead my breasts in your teeth.”

  “Gosh, I...I...” his face turned crimson in the candle’s light.

  “Would you like me to choose how to start?”

  “Yes, please. I never...I mean, I haven’t...”

  “You never fucked a girl?”

  “No. Gosh, I’m so embarrassed to admit it. I have a girl back home, but we only...”

  “Fondled each other?”

  “Not even that. She made a face when I asked her to touch me. She looked at it, but wouldn’t touch it. It would be so much more fun if it weren’t my hand that...uh...” his color deepened.

  “I can’t use my hands, Kyle, but I do have soft lips and a warm, moist tongue in my mouth.”

  “You mean, gosh, you’d touch my...with your mouth?”

  “Of course, Kyle. See the word written on my nurse’s cap. ‘Oral’.” She drifted sinuously around to the foot of his bed, pressing in over him. “You know what that means, Kyle?”

  “Uh...Well...”

  “You really are a uninformed young man,” she said with a throaty whisper. “It’s time you let a woman open your eyes and show you what that thing between your legs can do.” Caroline aimed her eyes at his cock, deliberately making it obvious to Kyle what she was looking at.

  His youthful manhood lay soft and vulnerable between his spread thighs. Caroline stared at it, her eyes aflame with frenzied schemes. “Oh, you poor young man,” she whispered, climbing up on the bed between his legs. “How helpless and vulnerable you are lying there with your arms and legs trapped.” She gave his wide eyes a wolfish grin. “What wild and audacious games I will play with you as I maul your shy, defenseless cock with my mouth tonight!”

  She bent forward, her mouth a few scant inches from his trembling man-flesh. “I’m going to force your little sex-baton to cum and cum and cum so many times you’ll beg me for mercy. I’m going to make sure you will never forget this night, Kyle, or the strange and bizarre things I’m going to force your cock to endure. And the wonder of it all, Kyle, is you will beg me to do it again and again until you faint from delirious joy!”

  “Oh, God! Is it going to kill me?” he gasped faintly.

  Caroline’s hot, pink tongue darted out and snake-danced on the foreskin-covered head of his virgin penis. A loud groan exploded from Kyle’s throat as his eyes widened even more. He stared, paralyzed with astonishment, as the tip of Caroline’s tongue scribbled a message of love along the length of his enlarging cock.

  “Oh, oh, it’s wonderful,” he gasped. “Please don’t stop.”

  The youthful penis stiffened, rejoicing as the fondling of Caroline’s tongue intensified. She felt the blood throbbing in his cock-veins, pounding out a primal drumbeat of lust. Slowly it lifted in dancing rhythm, each stiffening lurch rising higher than the previous one. The bulbous tip lengthened, pushing out from the foreskin, its slitted eye blind but lurching about in its search for female contact.

  Caroline’s sublime tongue licked the tip’s sides, stimulating it to shuddering attention, jousting up its lengthening body like a hungry fledgling catching sight of his mother’s worm-filled beak.

  Kyle was panting, his laboring lungs sucking in quick gulps of air. Sweat began beading on his forehead. “Oh, Ma’am, you are so wonderful.” His arms and legs were wobbling in their traction harnesses, trusting the strength of the plaster casts to keep his healing bones from harm.

  “Careful, Kyle,” she whispered. “Don’t hurt yourself—let me do that for you.” Her lips sucked in the tip of his penis, and her sharp, white teeth trapped it in a cautious, but threatening bite.

  “OW! Please, that scares me when your hurt me like that.”

  “I’m going to show you a wondrous secret, Kyle. A bit of pain, and being helpless and afraid increases our height of sexual gratification.” She nipped his cock-tip again, “Being exposed and unprotected, menaced with real abuse, feeling trapped and terrified, then lured into an orgasm—is the most exciting and inconceivably rapturous level of existence. I’m going to do things to your cock that will make you feel more exquisitely alive than you ever dreamed possible.

  “Gosh, I’m shaking like spit on a hot griddle. I can feel goose-pimples all over my belly.”

  “That’s good, Kyle. I want to get you excited. I want your first orgasm with a woman to be the best I can make it.” Caroline touched her red lips to his cock again, this time suctioning it slowly into her mouth. The vacuum tugged aggressively at his manhood, while her tongue held it back, allowing it to enter only a tiny fraction of an inch each moment. The sensation of her pinching lips gradually creeping up the length of his cock had Kyle rolling his head left and right, almost choking on his shuddering gasps of excitement.

  He needed no more verbal instruction or stimulation. Caroline’s mouth was much more eloquent with its silent duty. Her tongue pumped up and down, caressing the velvet skin of his virgin manhood, reveling in the intimate touch of his hammering cock-veins pulsing in swelling spasms of lust. Her tongue-tip curled up, a silky warm serpent scooping behind the exquisitely sensitive ridge of his cock-head’s frenulum.

  “AUG-H-H-H! Ungh! Oh! Oh God, Oh God! Oh, my God!” Kyle’s head arched back, eyes glazed over, his jaw slack. His voice continued betraying his sexual delirium, but uttered only mindless sounds. Their tone and quaver were eloquent in the language of the flesh, encouraging Caroline to increase the intensity of her oral stimulus. She punctuated her tongue’s rhythm with a series of swift nibbles, each nip harder and sooner than the previous one.

  Up the road to paradise, Kyle. Let my mouth pluck your cock up to the heights of ecstasy. Liberate your secret desires, Kyle. Let them run free in your mind. There is no more shame or guilt in your life, only pleasure and gratification. Live, Kyle! Live and let lust rule!

  Kyle shrieked in anguish and fright, a shivering chill accompanying his sweating torso. With one last, torrid push of her tongue, Caroline rasped it rapidly against the tip of his cock.

  “AH! UNH!
G-G-G-GUNH! OH, UNH! YEAH! N-N-N-GAH!” Kyle’s torso stiffened, his cock shuddering in rapid tremors. A wild eruption of hot cum boiled up through his cock-slit and churned in the fierce suction of Caroline’s mouth.

  Kyle wept and gasped, moaned and cried as spout after spout of exquisite cum titillated his sex-sensors. Caroline churned her tongue, caressing and loving every inch of his manhood. When Kyle finally collapsed into an exhausted quiver, his cock drained, sore and tender from Caroline’s sharp nipping, she still kept his flesh trapped in her mouth.

  Now her tongue was gentle and compassionate, cuddling, caressing, soothing away his hurts and fears. Moments later, when she released him at last, he was weeping softly, his body limp and at peace.

  “That was wonderful, ma-am. I feel so...so tired and content. Will I ever be able to enjoy this feeling again?”

  “In about an hour, Kyle. I won’t go away.” Caroline lay down on the wide bed next to him and kissed his tear-streaked face. “I’ll stay here with you all night, and I’ll love your cock again and again until morning comes. This hospital understands what young men need to heal and become whole again. Our bodies were never intended to be deprived of sex. The really unhealthy people are those who surround their lives with rules and shame and fear. Those people will never be allowed to cheat us of happiness in this place.”

  “Thank you beautiful lady. You are a sex angel.”

  ***

  Early the next afternoon the Cailean family stood on the station platform, watching Richard’s train arriving. There was a flurry of last farewells, then Caroline said, “So, this is it, Richard? You’re leaving for France, and the war?”

  “Yes, Aunt Caroline. But don’t worry. General Mercher shared a secret with me. Soon we will launch the Battle of the Somme. That’s how we’re going to push those Huns right back into Germany and defeat them! I promise; I’ll be back home before Christmas.”

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